Escape Plan

My flight instinct is kicking in hard right now. I've been looking up different escape plans for the last hour, from scenic zen hotel spas in the country to flights to New York and I know that if I'm going to be fiscally responsible I can't actually follow through on any of them but good god I need to get away. This is a feeling I've had pretty much consistently throughout my life, and it inevitably emerges after I've been in one place for more than a few months. I don't mean that I want to move away - although this time there is a bit of that in the works - because I love Melbourne and I'm a lot happier being here on a permanent basis than I would be almost anywhere else, but I've spent my entire life moving around and flying from place to place so it's just in my nature to want to get up and go.

It's not so much an urge to get away from things, not in the sense of running away anyway, but more that I've accidentally trained myself to expect a drastic change in scenery in order to properly clear my mind. I've been feeling quite overwhelmed lately, and although my overall disposition is definitely more happy than anything else, it's reaching the point where different smaller stressful elements are all gathering together and making it difficult for me to tackle any one thing without bumping into another one and getting distracted. My head physically feels like it's full of little foam balls. Which is not comfortable nor ideal.

Since I can't responsibly (straight up curses to adulthood tbh) follow my instincts to the airport, I feel like the next few days are going to see me developing some kind of alternative method of mind-clearing, so stay tuned for that. For now, however, I am going to go read some Harry Potter and try to go to sleep before 2am. x0

Ps. Just uploaded an innovative new take on my monthly favourites here